Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
June Days,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.